“Maybe you shouldn’t be sitting in the front row, then,” Cian cut across her. “Since some of the people behind you came from the remote Gifted settlements and have pre-secondary literacy skills at best. It’s hard enough to read that screen without trying to see it over all your blowouts. Nice cut, by the way. I heard you go down to the glow-up bar every morning. Expensive, but worth it.” Cian winked at her, and it was somehow both smug and cold all at once.
